**So, I know these chapters have been shorter than the ones in my previos story, but I've been super busy, and have found I do better with portraying Spencer than Derek. I still hope you are enjoying!**
**I added a little more to the chapter, hope you enjoy!**
Derek got up and headed to Garcia's office.
"Took you long enough," Liz laughed, as soon as he'd entered.
"What took me long enough?" he asked, trying to keep his tone oblivious.
"Hmm," Elizabeth said, putting a finger to her lips, as if thinking hard, "How about, took you long enough to ask Garcia out."
"Technically," Derek said with a smirk, "I asked her to be my girlfriend. I have not asked her on an official date...yet."
"Of course, Mr. Literal, well guys, I've got to go, I have class in an hour."
Derek leaned back against one of Garcia's desks, sitting his coffee cup beside him. Garcia playfully glared at him before moving it, he'd forgotten how particular she was about her personal space.
"You know I love you, hot stuff, but you're interfering with my personal bubble."
"I apologize baby girl, I wasn't thinking, but I need to ask you something."
"Shoot," she said looking up.
"Do you have any plans for this coming weekend?"
"It sounds like I do now," she laughed, "What did you have in mind?"
"A road trip," he said, mysteriously. "We'd be gone until late Sunday,"
"Sounds fun, do I get to know where we're going?"
"Nope," he said with a smile, leaving her office.
He'd mapped it out to where they would leave at 5AM Saturday and be there by 10 or 11AM. Garcia slept most of the way until the stopped for breakfast about eight. She was getting very curious and impatient, but he gave nothing, wanting the full impact of her surprise when they got there.
"New York state line," Garcia read aloud the sign, just over an hour later, "Derek Morgan, what are you up to?"
"Not on your life beautiful, you've got about thirty minutes before you get that."
She glared at him, then reached forward to play with the radio, trying to find a rock station that would come in.
"Alright, sexy, do me a favor and tell me what that sign says," he told her, pointing to one on the left.
She looked over, waiting for the sign to come in to better view, "Welcome to New York City," she said, a smile spreading across her face, "You're serious!"
"Yes, I am, I figured you might like to do some shopping."
"I would love to do some shopping," she said, clapping her hands and bouncing in her seat.
He turned into a very large mall, and drove around for ten minutes before finding a parking space, the place was seriously huge.
"Macys, I've always wanted to go shopping at Macys," she said excitedly, after spotting a sign.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him in to the store. He followed her around, his arms quickly becoming covered in clothes. He wouldn't have traded the fun she was having though, traipsing in and out of dressing rooms, the outfits getting wilder and wilder, brighter and brighter.
"How do I look?" she asked, spinning around in a particularly loud lime green number.
"It's incredibly bright," he said, taking it in, "It looks good on you, though," he said, and it did, even though she was one of the only people he knew who could pull it off.
"That was so much fun!" she said, as they loaded her bags into the car. "Thank you so much!"
She threw her arms around him and hugged him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said, with a grin.
They went and checked in to the hotel, dropping off the shopping bags, and changing for dinner. The restaurant was Mediterranean, dimly lit, and incredibly nice, he just hoped the food lived up to its ratings on Bing.
"Mediterranean," she said with a grin, "My favorite,"
"I know, I picked this place specifically,"
"You sure know how to treat a girl,"
Once they were seated, he let Garcia order for him, as he didn't have much experience with the cuisine. According to Garcia, the food did live up to its ratings, though it wasn't exactly Derek's taste, not that he complained.
Afterwards, he drove through town for the last, and what he thought would be Garcia's favorite part of the date, Cats on Broadway. Finding parking, beat anything he'd ever seen it was almost impossible, and they had a bit of a walk to get back to the theatre. Once he'd gotten in line for tickets, Garcia glanced over at him.
"Broadway, are you serious?'
"Completely, and not just Broadway, Cats," he said with a grin, causing her to actually squeal.
Afterwards, Garcia couldn't stop talking about the play, and truthfully, when it came to the terminology she was using on pitch and such, Derek was lost.
"Derek, this weekend has been amazing," she said, as they drove home, "Thank you so much."
"Anytime, baby girl, I'm glad you enjoyed herself."
